I think in my later years I've mellowed. Or at least I obsess and move on quicker. Personally I'd like to introduce a triffid into the hair of that "wish I was a punk rocker" girl but I blame that mostly on repetition and over exposure. I hate it for the same reason I hate Oasis' Wonderwall and Cat Empire's Hello. They're not bad songs until you turkey slap me with them.
I've done a pretty good job of killing songs I used to love through overplaying. These days I deliberately put down music I'm really enjoying for fear of losing the love.
The more familiar you become with music, the less excited you are by new artists that emulate the artists you've lost. I hate Cat Empire because they're a wussy version of Supergroove to my ears. Same reason I can't stand Wolfmother. Or pretty much any singer-songwriter-on-solo-guitar I hear these days.
I've heard it before.
The excitement is fading. So little now is truly new. I used to enjoy new. Back when all music was new. You go through your rock phase. Your metal phase. Your classical phase...
I remember when I'd pick up a 100% Hits compilation and like half of it. These days I'd be lucky to like one or two songs. And usually they're the songs that are well on the way to having already slapped me to musical death.
Embracing pop seems to be the only thing left. I get enjoyment out of a really good piece of melody, like the chorus to Nelly Furtado's Maneater or that marching band My Chemical Romance. Do I "like" the song. Not really.
I guess music is all ring-tones these days.
I have my 3 minute theory of music. If a song is any longer is has to have a really good reason for it. At least, when I'm writing music that's what I think. Usually this translates to "do you really need that third verse".
I wonder if that limit should really be thirty seconds. I mean, what do you really like in a song anyway? The chorus? Do you like it because it's good or because it's OK but repeated six times?
Why does Falling To Pieces have that third verse anyway?